Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1887-01-30
CHAPTER III.
HOW She GOT A WHISTLE.

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and knew that now her time had come Tor
observing and measuring herself by the
skeleton sails. So she opened the gate and
went in, boldly crossed the magic circle,
] and stepped mp to the magic wings. The
clog was on. Even had a breeze blown
they would have only creaked and heaved
n little, but would not have swung about.
Moreover, the sails were reeied. The air,
il it stirred, would pass through the wings,
They were mere frames.
As Trip stood studying them, Joe per-
ceiyed Der. He was working in his gar
den. He WA bent over his work, hoeing
or banking up potatoes. He saw her from
under the willows before they broke into
a spray of red and yellow oSier. He watch
ed her figure for some time as she walked
about the wing nearest to the ground and
climbed on to the first rib.
Then he pshawed! and growled out q
word of ANNOYANCE. That the child was
becoming a nuisance. She would lnieSt
the mill like u mouse. She would inter
fere with his work. She would run into
danger. She must be forced to leave hun
in peace.
So he stood up, walked to the other fringe,
parted the glossy stems, and called Little
Tu'pennyw
She did not seem to hear him.
Il say-TwOpenny Rate!"
No notice.
"Hey, there! COleman's Mustard!'
She turned away toward the steps with
out seeming to hear him.
miss Triptolema YellOwleaf RedIern.' y
She was round at once. and came bound,
ing over the turf, with Outspread arms,
like q skimmiDg bird, her fair hair blown
back as she ran. 'Yes, Mr.. Western"
Come here" he called. Not that
wav. You cannot Jump the ditch. RouaH
the gate in the road"
Hold out your arms"
She leaped the mOat; but if he had not
caught her she would have slipped back,
repellcd by the spring like willow rods,
and fallen into the water.
lie drew her through the bushes. She
was laughing, rosy, smiling.
What are you doing here, Joe:" she
asked.
working, Miss Triptolema."
Working! Oh, that is too bad. The
day is fine; there is no wind. You should
take = holiday
II never have holidays"
II intend to have nothing else"
"!Why are you not at schoOl?'' asked the
miller.
because | have left school. The mas
ter called me names, so mother has taken
me away"
"Names!-" -,
Yes: he must learn 4 lesson. He will
loose a penny n week. You also, ] must
teach you u lesson; you also called me
Names
The best lesson will be to stay away.
You must not come here any more bother
ing me-"
EDO those white butterflies bother you?'
asked Trip, pointing to a pair fiuttering
over the cabbages.
"Do they not? They are my greatest
plague. The eat out the very hearts OF my
plants"
Order them away. They will not go.
II is their nature to dance about your gar
den. You may order mt away; but won't
90. shall play about you; and II only
saw nv way TO eat ont your heart, joe
I'd do it, and laugh to he able to torment
you
There" said the miller, 81 have nc
time to chatter with Oh. All l say is, il
is a pity. You ought to be at school. Idle
ness leads to mischief"
He resumed his mattOck. She seated
hreself Oh u rail, surveying her feet, anu
then began tosing. She had asweet, spark
ling fOice. Her notes were like bits o
, glass. ,
Then the miller threw down his mattOcb
and went in doors, and presently came out
with q piece of bread and a plate on which
,vos a slice Of hOnCycomb.
Cherry ripe. cherry ripe. | cry
Full and fair ones, come and buy;
II - be- you ask me where
They DO grow, | answer-There,
Where the suubeamS sweCtly smile,
There's tho land Of Cherry Isle.
There. " said he, ''sweeten your rec
ripe cherries with that, and 90 along will
you .
She took the honey gleefully, and, sit
ting on the rail with her knees tOgetheI
and the plate resting on her lap, was still
for awhile eating bread and honey.
Joe had n range of beehiycS in his gar
den, and he was IA famous bee master. Now
ON this lovely day the bees were abou'
humming and gathering their sweet food
The sun Shone warmly over that little gar
den, turning out the fersh, healthy scent o
the upturned earth. The bank with thyme
and mint, and maTjOram poured forth fra
GRANGE. The scarlet runners were i'll bloom
so were the tall British queen peas, and tn,
bees were busy in the c~OrOllas of thes,
flowers.
Joe worked on, but every now and then,
with furtive glance looked at the little girl
perched rs 4 ring-OuSel ON the rail, how in
tent on her bread and honey. Then h
turned ronud, with his back to her; tn,
sight of her inteTfered with his diligence
, All ut once he was startled. She was he
fore him. She had eaten the bread, fin
ished all the honey and she danced up t
him on tip toe, singing;
Cherry ripe, cherry ripe, | cry!
Full and fair ones, come and buy;
II 50 he you ask me where
They do grow, | Gnswer-There.
She held up her red lips to him.
You good old Joe. Thanks for tn,
honey. You shall have a kiss.
He drew mp his full height, and stood
back.
mo, little woman, they are too sweet
all honey"
She tossed her pretty head, pouted and
turned awUy.
''If you won't have my cherries when
offered, you shall not have them when you
ask"
IF You want to repay me-" said Joe,
go hack TO school, and you shall have a>
much of my ~hOneycomb at any time =,
You like"
May T." her good humOr was hack
again. a. II ask mother"
"And now" said Joe, ''lOOk here. I'll
give those little red lips something else to
DO than eat honey and offer kisses. As
YOU sat on the rail there | thought you q
little bird, and a little bird must pipe"
He took out his pocket knife and went
to the edge of the dixie, among the oSiers.
Trip ran after him.
What are you going to do?"
81 will show you. Exercise patience
He seated himself on the bank, and she
BY him, watching his hands. In the water,